TheNightingaleandtheRoseOscarWildeShesaidthatshewoulddancewithmeifIbroughtherredroses,criedtheyoungStudent;butinallmygardenthereisnoredrose.FromhernestintheoaktreetheNightingaleheardhim,andshelookedoutthroughtheleaves,andwondered.Noredroseinallmygarden!hecried,andhisbeautifuleyesfilledwithtears.Ah,onwhatlittlethingsdoeshappinessdepend!Ihavereadallthatthewisemenhavewritten,andallthesecretsofphilosophyaremine,yetforwantofaredroseismylifemadewretched.Hereatlastisatruelover,saidtheNightingale.NightafternighthaveIsungofhim,thoughIknewhimnot:nightafternighthaveItoldhisstorytothestars,andnowIseehim.Hishairisdarkasthehyacinth-blossom,andhislipsareredastheroseofhisdesire;butpassionhasmadehisfacelikepaleivory,andsorrowhassethersealuponhisbrow.ThePrincegivesaballto-morrownight,murmuredtheyoungStudent,andmylovewillbeofthecompany.IfIbringheraredroseshewilldancewithmetilldawn.IfIbringheraredrose,Ishallholdherinmyarms,andshewillleanherheaduponmyshoulder,andherhandwillbeclaspedinmine.Butthereisnoredroseinmygarden,soIshallsitlonely,andshewillpassmeby.Shewillhavenoheedofme,andmyheartwillbreak.Hereindeedisthetruelover,saidtheNightingale.WhatIsingof,hesuffers--whatisjoytome,tohimispain.SurelyLoveisawonderfulthing.Itismorepreciousthanemeralds,anddearerthanfineopals.Pearlsandpomegranatescannotbuyit,norisitsetforthinthemarketplace.Itmaynotbepurchasedofthemerchants,norcanitbeweighedoutinthebalanceforgold.Themusicianswillsitintheirgallery,saidtheyoungStudent,andplayupontheirstringedinstruments,andmylovewilldancetothesoundoftheharpandtheviolin.Shewilldancesolightlythatherfeetwillnottouchthefloor,andthecourtiersintheirgaydresseswillthrongroundher.Butwithmeshewillnotdance,forIhavenoredrosetogiveher;andheflunghimselfdownonthegrass,andburiedhisfaceinhishands,andwept.Whyisheweeping?askedalittleGreenLizard,asheranpasthimwithhistailintheair.Why,indeed?saidaButterfly,whowasflutteringaboutafterasunbeam.Why,indeed?whisperedaDaisytohisneighbor,inasoft,lowvoice.Heisweepingforaredrose,saidtheNightingale.Foraredrose?theycried;howveryridiculous!andthelittleLizard,whowassomethingofacynic,laughedoutright.ButtheNightingaleunderstoodthesecretoftheStudent'ssorrow,andshesatsilentintheoak-tree,andthoughtaboutthemysteryofLove.Suddenlyshespreadherbrownwingsforflight,andsoaredintotheair.Shepassedthroughthegrovelikeashadow,andlikeashadowshesailedacrossthegarden.Inthecenterofthegrass-plotwasstandingabeautifulRose-tree,andwhenshesawitsheflewovertoit,andlituponaspray.Givemearedrose,shecried,andIwillsingyoumysweetestsong.ButtheTreeshookitshead.Myrosesarewhite,itanswered;aswhiteasthefoamofthesea,andwhiterthanthesnowuponthemountain.Butgotomybrotherwhogrowsroundtheoldsun-dial,andperhapshewillgiveyouwhatyouwant.SotheNightingaleflewovertotheRose-treethatwasgrowingroundtheoldsun-dial.Givemearedrose,shecried,andIwillsingyoumysweetestsong.ButtheTreeshookitshead.Myrosesareyellow,itanswered;asyellowasthehairofthemermaidenwhositsuponanamberthrone,andyellowerthanthedaffodilthatbloomsinthemeadowbeforethemowercomeswithhisscythe.ButgotomybrotherwhogrowsbeneaththeStudent'swindow,andperhapshewillgiveyouwhatyouwant.SotheNightingaleflewovertotheRose-treethatwasgrowingbeneaththeStudent'swindow.Givemearedrose,shecried,andIwillsingyoumysweetestsong.ButtheTreeshookitshead.Myrosesarered,itanswered,asredasthefeetofthedove,andredderthanthegreatfansofcoralthatwaveandwaveintheocean-cavern.Butthewinterhaschilledmyveins,andthefrosthasnippedmybuds,andthestormhasbrokenmybranches,andIshallhavenorosesatallthisyear.OneredroseisallIwant,criedtheNightingale,onlyoneredrose!IstherenowaybywhichIcangetit?Thereisaway,answeredtheTree;butitissoterriblethatIdarenottellittoyou.Tellittome,saidtheNightingale,Iamnotafraid.Ifyouwantaredrose,saidtheTree,youmustbuilditoutofmusicbymoonlight,andstainitwithyourownheart's-blood.Youmustsingtomewithyourbreastagainstathorn.Allnightlongyoumustsingtome,andthethornmustpierceyourheart,andyourlife-bloodmustflowintomyveins,andbecomemine.Deathisagreatpricetopayforaredrose,criedtheNightingale,andLifeisverydeartoall.Itispleasanttositinthegreenwood,andtowatchtheSuninhischariotofgold,andtheMooninherchariotofpearl.Sweetisthescentofthehawthorn,andsweetarethebluebellsthathideinthevalley,andtheheatherthatblowsonthehill.YetLoveisbetterthanLife,andwhatistheheartofabirdcomparedtotheheartofaman?Soshespreadherbrownwingsforflight,andsoaredintotheair.Shesweptoverthegardenlikeashadow,andlikeashadowshesailedthroughthegrove.TheyoungStudentwasstilllyingonthegrass,whereshehadlefthim,andthetearswerenotyetdryinhisbeautifuleyes.Behappy,criedtheNightingale,behappy;youshallhaveyourredrose.Iwillbuilditoutofmusicbymoonlight,andstainitwithmyownheart's-blood.AllthatIaskofyouinreturnisthatyouwillbeatruelover,forLoveiswiserthanPhilosophy,thoughsheiswise,andmightierthanPower,thoughheismighty.Flame-colouredarehiswings,andcolouredlikeflameishisbody.Hislipsaresweetashoney,andhisbreathislikefrankincense.TheStudentlookedupfromthegrass,andlistened,buthecouldnotunderstandwhattheNightingalewassayingtohim,forheonlykn